I Love It (M)
It’s 2:10 am, and your glorious-voiced, annoying ass boyfriend is drunk texting you. What could he possibly want at this time of night when he’s in a different country and time-zone? Only one way to find out, right?
<<“Yes, yeobo. What’s wrong?”
>>”miss u lotz ;)”
<<”Oppa its 2am. Can we talk tomorrow, when ur sober & I’ve slept”
>> bt……..dnt u miss me??? D:
<<Of course I do oppa, it’s just I’m tired. Stressful day and no u to come home too :(“
>>Don’t worry baby, oppa will be there soon to help :P”
>>”Open the door.”
<<”Haha. Not funny. Ur still on tour.”
Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell at this time. Picking up your baseball bat, you head to the front door. Looking through the peephole, all you can see is the top of a man’s head. You’d recognize that head anywhere, you’ve seen the top of it more times than you can count. You opened the door and yanked him before the neighbors started complaining. Not only was he drunk, he was loudly singing ‘I Love It,’ the song he “supposedly wrote about the two of you. You were pretty sure he just said that to get some, but you let it slide, it was a damn good song and your favorite.
Pouting with your arms crossed you stare at Kwon Hyuk, or as his Rebels know him Dean, your boyfriend of nearly four years who was currently struggling to get his shoes off. Once he finally stood up, leaning on the door with a goofy grin, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at him. But, you knew you had to stay strong if you wanted answers. “So…you get back and go drinking with your friends instead of calling or seeing me? And you wake me up to let you in? Really Hyuk??” As you say the words you can feel your ears getting hot, but you close your eyes and focus on your breathing. You know you have a tendency of letting your anger get the best of you. But that just led to AWESOME makeup sex, you could never stay mad at him long. He was just too cute, and he knew just how to make you melt.
“자기야. I never planned this, I swear. We got in and had to go to a meeting this afternoon. My plan was to come home early and surprise you, but we started celebrating and I lost track of time.미안해…how can I make it up to you?” Not the puppy dog eyes! He was doing it, yep, you were gonna break. You were breaking, the walls were coming down. He stepped closer, waiting for you to close the distance, pouting his lips. That was it, walls destroyed. Sighing you wrapped your arms around his waist laying your head on his chest, you breathed deep and jerked away from him. “You could go take a shower, you said laughing. “You smell like you bathed in whiskey and cigar ashes. Oh my God,” you couldn’t help but to laugh at his shocked expression.
“I don’t even get a kiss?”
“No, you don’t stinky. I’m going back to bed,” you call over your shoulder as you returned to your shared bedroom. As you slipped into your now cold sheets you sighed and rolled over not being able to sleep. You needed him, it wasn’t enough that he was home, you needed him to hold you. You need to have him in bed so you could lay on his chest tangling your legs together. Hearing his heart while he sang to you softly, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. You laid there staring at the ceiling waiting for the shower to turn off. A few minutes later you FINALLY heard the sound of the shower turning off. Just when you were going to check to see if he fell asleep on the toilet again, too funny. You had sooo many pictures of him there. Right as you were about to throw the covers back, you heard the bathroom door open and his feet softly padding down the hall. He came in in his sleep pants and no shirt. He smiled when he saw you were still awake.
“What’s wrong, 자기? Did you forget something?” He laughed, he knew you hated sleeping alone. Just like him, but he hardly admits it out loud. He just drops hints when he’s on tour, saying he wished you were there to see the sights and he missed you. You didn’t care, you told him you needed to feel him close. Not just for sex, but just because he was a part of you now. You guys never talked about the past or the future. You just loved and lived in the now.
“You know I had to wait for my Hyukkie-Bear,” you laughed as he cringed at his least favorite nickname. But he smiled and “assumed the position” nonetheless. As soon as he was situated and opened his arms you laid your head over his heart as his hand rested on your hip, rubbing small circles. You two fit together perfectly, like a two piece puzzle. He was your perfect match and you were his.
“What do you want to hear tonight baby?” You cuddled deeper into his side, breathing in your favorite scent, just his skin and body wash. No fancy colognes to hide the smell that was just him.
“Whatever you want, as long it’s you singing,” you sighed closing your eyes. He started the singing Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking Out Loud.’ The song you fell in love with on first listen, other than his of course. You were asleep by the time he finished the chorus, you hadn’t fallen that easily the whole time he was gone and it was heaven sent. “Baby,” he whispered poking you. “자기?” He said a little louder, poking you harder. Taking your grunt as a signal you were awake he asked, “Will you marry me?” Not listening and being half asleep, you cuddled down deeper, kissed his chest and said, “Yeah babe, of course.” As you peacefully slept, Hyuk slipped your engagement ring on your finger. Rose gold with a chocolate diamond like you always wanted. With a smile on his face, he kissed you on the top of your head, “I love you, y/n.”
And with that he closed his eyes, went to sleep and awoke the next morning to you running and screaming down the hall. Pouncing on him, screaming “I LOVE IT,” while kissing him all over his face. Just like he knew you would.